Every Valentine Day, I try to give you guys something beautiful to read. This Valentine day, let's fall in love, not with our princes charming but with ourselves. This Valentine 's Day I'll tell you a story, not a fiction but a reality.
A story from where I come.
Today, I am a 23 year old woman. When you'll meet me, you'll think I am loud, talkative, full of life, humble, confident, love herself, cute, sweet, strong and most of all who love and accepts life with all its ugly turns.
But, I wasn't always this, I was different!
I wasn't a loner, by God's grace in every stage of life, I had a best friend I would always be thankful to God for.
Confused, what is this girl talking?
Few days back I met my bestie after a long fight. FYI, I have three besties , Sammy, Kadu and Jhalli.
So, I met Kadu after I told her that I would only forgive her if she gets me golgappey n chowmein from my favorite place. Kadu and I know each other since grade 3rd. We are foes turns to friends, so you could guess the bond. We were talking and I told her that I don't feel like having a conversation be it cordial or formal with my school mates. She looked at me, smiled and whispered, "I understand."
Except 4 people, I am not in contact with any of my school friends. I loved going to school, I was the girl who didn't cry on her first day of school, I was the girl whose father on Sunday will take her to school to show that the school is closed and she couldn't go.
From grade 3rd to 12th, though I have a memory of something that make my besties angry.
I was that shy small girl who used to sit at the back bench and when few people befriended her, I would sit in the middle. I was the girl with whom people don't want to sit because she was black and ugly, they actually went to the class teacher to tell the same. I was the girl boys won't talk to. I was the girl on whose ugliness people used to laugh. I always knew why boys would laugh at me, I always knew what was that whisper around me, I always knew I was the topic people never get tried to mocking at, I just never reacted. I had friends, there were few kind souls who always made me want to go to school. But, sometimes the good doesn't affect you as much as the bad does. I won't talk much, answer in class because I don't want the limelight to fall in me and give people one more chance to mock me. As I grew up I would fight with few people.
Kadu was the famous kid; everyone was her friend and adored her. She knew everything that was said about me and till date I don't know what those were because she wouldn't let those words reach me. She would fight with people. When after college or in free time, she would hang out with them, I would go back to my house. I never showed anyone, but everything, every whisper, every sly smile affected me. I was too conscious about myself and my surroundings.
There is this very old incident I remember (though I remember everything, every smile even) my friend had this boy friend, in 9th grade, we had changed our school. So, her friend told her that when she is so beautiful how can she befriend someone so ugly?
In 9th to 12th grade, I had a friend who would always tell me how I dark I am, my hair are too short (they just reached my shoulder), I have a weird set of teeth. On my birthday, she gifted me a black soft toy because it reminded her of me( I have that soft toy, it's a cute little thing)
My Big B is the complete opposite of me. He is tall, fair and smart. He would come to my P.T.A and the girls would drool over him. My friend would question me, "He is so smart. What the hell happened to you?"
I would say, "I was adopted" (it's not true though)
Honestly, no one in those years ever knew how much it affected me. I cried at night, no one knew, my friends or family.
